TWO WEEKS IN
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Jeff panted. "God, yes!"
Always the same words just when he came. He was on top of her, emptying himself inside her. Her head was turned to the side, watching the childish Disney poster hanging on his wall with a bunch of Mickey Mouses tangled together. She was always counting the ears when she looked at that poster.
"I wonder how long it'll take to get you pregnant. Maybe you already are," he said.
She turned her head to look at him. So that was his great plan. Get her pregnant. And then what? That plan was doomed to fail.
"Jeff?" Matt stuck his head inside. "And you got your dick inside her. I really gotta learn to knock."
"Yeah, you do," Jeff chuckled. "But we're done."
He rolled off her, not even shielding her from his brother. She got up as if it was perfectly normal and walked towards the bathroom.
"Just wanted to hear if you were up for a talk and a drink?" Matt asked.
"Sure," Jeff answered. "Quick shower, princess. I want you down there with me."
Ten minutes later they sat in the living room. She sat on the couch with a glass of brandy in her hand. She watched the different people in the room. Everyone had a drink in their hand, and the talk flowed naturally.
"So anyway, we're trying for a baby," Jeff said.
"That was fast," Erick said.
"Not like I remembered to use a condom when she arrived anyway. And she's mine. The whole world will soon know that," Jeff said. "Aren't you excited, princess?"
"No," she answered.
"Nadia!" Dana hissed. "Fucking behave!"
"And become a sex doll like you? We all know you let Matt, Erick and Bray fuck you. You're so fucking desperate to be loved, but they don't love you. They never will," Nadia said.
She had forgotten how hard Jeff hit but she was quickly reminded when he punched her. Her drink spilled as she fell back against the arm rest. She knew she had fucked up. She had played his game for two weeks now, but for some reason the brandy loosened her tongue and brought back a small glimpse of who she was. Jeff grabbed her throat and pushed her painfully against the arm rest, leaning over her in a threatening manner.
"Why won't you just fucking love me?" He snarled. "I've done everything for you! Once I finally knock you up, I can force you to marry me."
"I'll marry you two," Bray grinned. "You know I can."
"Oh, I know, and you sure will," Jeff kept staring at her. "If you want your child to be safe, you better fucking marry me."
She spat in his face. He sat back astonished. He had never thought she dared do something like that.
"There won't be a child, asshole!" She hissed. "I got a fucking IUD."
"I got that too. It's very effective," Dana said.
"Is it now?" Jeff growled.
He pushed Nadia down on the floor and followed right behind. His fists kept raining down, leaving a trail of bruises and blood all over her face and upper body. No one interfered. He didn't stop until he started feeling tired. He kept straddling her but he looked at Dana.
"Does your doctor make house calls?" He asked.
"Trish Stratus? Yes," she answered.
"Careful, brother," Matt said. "You don't know if you contact the wrong doctor."
Once again Jeff grabbed Nadia's throat.
"Who's your doctor?" He asked.
"Why do you wanna know?" She asked.
"I asked, who is your doctor?" He asked.
"Same as Dana. We once met in the waiting room but she didn't know who I was back then," she answered.
It was a lie but she hoped it would do the trick. There were only very few doctors in this fucked up town so the chance they contacted the right one was big.
"Good girl," he tapped her cheek. "Dana, start calling doctors. Find someone who'll make a house call to take out an IUD."
"On it," Dana said.
She took out her phone and googled for a list of doctors. She started with the first name on top and called the number.
"Doctor Zelina Vega?" She asked. "My name is Dana, and I was wondering if you do house calls to take out an IUD? You do? Great! It's not me. A friend of mine has been in an accident so she can't leave her house. The IUD is causing her painful cramps on top of everything else so she needs it out. Sure, my address?"
She looked at Jeff and he nodded in return. She gave the doctor the address for the house and then hung up.
"Tomorrow morning at 10," she said.
"Fantastic," Jeff smirked. "Thank you, Dana. And you, princess, you are about to become mine for good."
At The Shield base they hadn't gotten any closer over the last week. A few people had called with tips of seeing someone from the Hardy gang, but they were always gone once any Shield member arrived on the scene. Dean's phone started ringing and he looked at the caller ID puzzled.
"Who is it?" Seth asked.
"Nadia's doctor," Dean asked. "This can't be good news, can it?"
"I stopped by her office when we spread the word on Nadia. I figured we could trust her. Nadia did," Roman said.
"Fucking answer! Now! Or I will!" Seth shouted.
Dean pushed the green button and put the phone to his ear.
"Hello?" He asked.
"Dean, it's Zelina Vega. I don't know if you remember me," she said.
"You're Nadia's doctor," he said.
"Great, you do," she said. "Dana just called me. You know her, right?"
"Annoying blonde with her legs spread open for anyone who'll give her a bit of attention," he said.
"That's the one," she laughed. "Anyway, she has a so called friend wanting her IUD taken out tomorrow. Wouldn't give me a name or anything. Just an address."
Dean's heart pounded loudly. He clenched his fist, and his upper lip went up in a sneer. His tone dropped dangerously low into a threatening growl that by no means was meant for her.
"What's the address?"
